~This is the real you and this is the real meNow we've seen the end and not even resentment is leftI've woken up from the sweet dream and I close my eyesThis is the real you and this is the real me~ - (BTS) Outro: Tear ---- ----- ---- ----- ------ ---- ----- ------ Stefanos's eyes slowly drifted open as he heard the soft knocking on his door, before the knocker pulled open the door himself and in walked Draco, but he wasn't alone. From Stefanos sitting position on the bed, he watched as Draco ushered another man inside the room, perhaps in his forties, with a bushy moustache and spectacles that sat in the tip of his nose. "Stefanos de Vesilios?" The man asked, but for some reason, the said man couldn't bring himself to answer. All he did was stare. Which of course didn't sit well with the new comer, for soon Draco was covering for him. "Yes, that is him Mr Gregoire. He is the patient." "And does his illness also state that he is mute?" "Yes
~Even though I haven't seen my limitsBut if it exists, It's probably youI wanted to be the tender wavesBut why didn't I know you were the sea?What do I do?~ - (BTS) Best Of Me ------ ---------- ----- ------- Stefanos: Draco stood there awkwardly, nibbling on his lips as his eyes searched from Xenia to me in silence. I couldn’t blame him, if it was me standing between a tense atmosphere of pheromones I would have lost it but seemingly Draco being our friend maybe he felt the genuine need to solve things between us. “So…” He started, trying to make at least one of us to talk. But my insides were in a shambles because I was suddenly hit by some of the memories of one week ago when I attacked Xenia like a beast. The moment when I pushed her against that tree and guarded her from Draco. By Luna…that must have hurt… “Huh?” It was Xenia. She was looking up at me in confusion, and so was Draco but there was also a slight trace of a smirk lurking behind that s
~I am afraidI am shatteredI’m so afraidThat you will leave me again in the endOnce again I put on a mask and go to see you~ -(BTS) Truth Untold ----- ------- ------- ------- ------ ------ "They are gone aren't they?" "What are?" "The flowers. The one that just bloomed. They are gone right?" Silence. "Just tell me already Sire, it's written all over than grin you have plastered on your face." "What is?" "THAT THE FLOWERS WERE STOLEN!" "Why ask if you know?" "So they were?" "Wraya, I'm trying to have a peaceful breakfast." Stefanos interjected, placing his spoon down and staring dead beat at the dragon who munched on a huge piece if raw meat carelessly. "Then stop grinning like a maniac." "Know your pl-" "My place, yes, I know. How can I forget? When I'm always busy saving a certain master’s sorry butt, how can I forget my place huh? When I'm- ALRIGHT I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY I'LL GET OUT NOW!" Wraya screamed the last bit when Stefanos lunged at
~I wish love was perfect as love itselfI wish all my weaknesses could be hiddenI grew a flower that can’t be bloomed in a dream that can’t come true~ -(BTS) Fake Love ------ -------- ------ ----- -------- ---- Stefanos: Three months later: I was watching Xenia go over the meadow picking out flowers, claiming she wanted to make more flower crowns for the little kids at the market place, but I had a brief idea for what she was taking those. “Are you sure you should be plucking those out? What if the owner of the place is secretly watching us?” I asked, almost in reference to what she does in my garden. Xenia stopped for a moment to gaze at me with a look of realisation before she shook her head. “If that was the case then whoever he or she is would have stopped us a long time ago, but looks like there really isn’t any owner who cares for this meadow as much as us.” “How would you know? What if he’s there and he’s just letting us steal them because he thinks we
~I'm the one I should love in this worldShining me, precious soul of mineI finally realized so I love meNot so perfect but so beautifulI'm the one I should love~ -(BTS) Epiphany ------------- --------- ------ ---------- -----Time seemed like a sloth to Stefanos ever since he had read the letter sent by his younger brother Keke. To him it felt like everything in the world had slowed down, the every single inhabitant of the world had stopped mid-point to watch him, to analyse him, to see how he would react to the news of his father's death.The news of his only remaining family’s death.And how he reacted to it you ask? Well, that was...complicated.Stefanos went about his life.After reading the letter, Wraya had greeted him with a melancholic voice, as if scared to disturb his master or hurt him. He offered to make himself tea, or just to help him get to bed and rest, but Stefanos denied it all. Instead the man occupied himself with sorting the numerous seeds in his se
~We've changed, you know?Just like everyone, you know?Yes, I hate you, you left meBut I never stopped thinking about you, not even a dayI miss you, honestly, but I’ll erase you'Cause it hurts less than to blame you~ - (BTS) Spring Day ------- ------- ------- ------ ------- ---------- Stefanos: It was during the early hours of the day when I finally found myself back in the manor of so many memories, with some cherish able and some covered with the malice and hatred that I had deeply rooted inside my heart. I release a huff of breath and I was make my way towards the giant gate that was of the manor, palms sweaty and lips shivering due to the early morning chilliness. There was a lot to come from my step mother after what I did to her sons, but I was ready to face it all, if it meant this would be the last time I would be coming here. The gate opened and inside I went, the butlers and servants bowing their head in respect as they went on and about their
~I'll smile, I know what it takes to fool this townI'll do it 'til the sun goes downAnd all through the night time, oh yeah,Oh, yeah, I'll tell you what you want to hearKeep my sunglasses on while I shed a tearIt's never the right time, yeah, yeah~ - (Sia) Unstoppable -------- ------- ------ ---------- ---------- While Stefanos stood there in the most front of all the guests attending the funeral, he made sure to keep a decent distance between him and his step mother, who stood in between her two crippled sons along with Keke. No longer was she crying and bawling her eyes out like she did earlier in front of Stefanos, her face a blank mask but the number of times she swallowed the bile in her throat said a different story. Keke had his hands fisted, his lips pressed into a thin line as he held back tears, but a few drops had already escaped. And the crippled brothers? Well, they were too crippled to cry for others, their misery and humility besting
~Before I let go of you, I didn’t knowThat the world I am inWas this lonelyPretty flowers bloomed and withered hereThe season of you will never come again~ (Ailee) I Will Come To You LIke The First Snow -------- -------- -------- ------- -------- Stefanos: It’s already been two weeks since father’s funeral and days couldn’t have been more different. There was me myself who is always moping around the house, with my long red robes trailing behind me with no means of taking a break. My mind was a blank canvas and even the flowers back in the garden could give a brief explanation on why they are all dead and none of them are getting watered. I’ve seen Wraya doing it every once in a while but it isn’t working like how a wolf who is professional at gardening can do it. Wraya, dear old Wraya. He has been trying his outmost best at getting me out of my trail of non-stop thinking and the constant moping around but all he gets in return is a swift movement of my h